It had been 9 years since I found myself located in the body of one Bruce Skywalker, the brother and best friend of the chosen one, Anakin Skywalker.
Before that, I was a Green Beret on Earth, killing and surviving in the worst environments imaginable.
Now I'm in a terrible environment and a slave, funny how that all paned out.
But it's not too bad.
Watto only really would hit us if we disobeyed which was rare as I could keep Anakin in line most of the time.
For the first few years, nothing really happened; Watto found out Anakin had a gift for technology at the young age of three while he forced me into manual labor at the same age.
My mother protested but there was nothing she could really do. Watto slapped her multiple times before she had to concede to his order.
When I watched the sweet and caring woman come home that day with a red handprint on her face and a smile, I knew the bug was going to die.
Starting early I tried to communicate with the force. Not much would happen but I could feel it. Swaying and moving like a gentle breeze, leading me to easier avenues.
My manual labor was tuff.
Pulling junk from scrap yards and helping Watto bring objects to customers who ordered them.
I just had to trust in the force as it flowed through me. Revitalizing and healing my small frame from the strain.
By the time I was five communication with the force became easy.
Being the Jesus of Star Wars came with some perks.
Well I guess me and Anakin were both Jesus, the Jesai?
It didn't really matter as long as we could free ourselves from that blue mosquito.
The force was the best friend a person could ask for.
It gave us strength and abilities nobody had ever seen before
Our muscles and twitch fibers broke and mended at insane speeds.
Our minds worked at super human speeds. Knowledge that was impossible to learn on Tatooine was possible for us.
Anything was feasible with the force.
The force was strong and loved both of us in different ways, but all together, it brought us to peaks I never would have imagined in my previous life.
At 6 years old, I was able to teach Anakin about the force and how he could connect to it and allow it to flow through him.
He was a natural. It seemed like he had more potential than I did.
My mind was definitely more advanced than his, but as soon as he touched the force, it danced around him as if he had strung a tune.
I knew I had potential as I was able to connect at an early age and even gain some sort of precognition as well as some other abilities, but it was just building on instinct I had gained from years of training and grueling Ops.
He, on the other hand, with just a little guidance, thrived in all aspects. Anything you put in front of him he absorbed like a sponge and made it better.
It was unbecoming of me, but I did feel a little jealous for a while. I mean the kid was truly insane when it came to any topic you put in front of him. However, it seemed like my Jesus talent was in my body.
My strength, overwhelming and robust, was definitely not normal for a 6-year-old, or any child for that matter.
When we were six me and Anakin freed ourselves and our mother. I killed Watto while Anakin deactivated our slave chips beforehand.
I didn't need the bug having a trigger finger killing one of my family members.
I had mapped out our whole entire escape plan before I was able to walk.
If Jabba heard about slaves escaping, that would be a whole other can of worms, so I needed to be efficient and meticulous.
I waited until Cliegg Lars walked into Mos Espa one day.
He bought some groceries and some farming materials and then set off back to his home. Not noticing me stalking him all the way back.
I mapped it out, waited for Anakin to be able to deactivate the slave chips, and then killed Watto. I then made my family follow me all the way to the Lars homestead.
Knocking on the door for a little while led Cliegg to walk out with confusion written on his face. He didn't usually get visitors.
"I'm sorry, mister, but we just escaped our master, and we have nowhere to go; we have been walking all day; if you have any resources that you could spare whatsoever, my brother and I can be great farm hands, and my mother knows how to cook and clean!"
Lars was not really on board with the idea since if Jabba ever found out he was holding onto freed slaves, he would be mince meat, but I continued to promise him about how my and my brother's attributes would make him more money than he could think.
He gave us a week to prove it. Which, honestly, I was very surprised about. The man Cliegg Lars was probably one of the best men I had ever met outside of the Barets, a hardworking and dedicated man who was still kind to others.
Truly a great role model for Anakin.
In those seven days, he gave us, Anakin was able to refurbish all of his farming equipment.
I was going to do something different however.
Taking my past knowledge in "Fasting" and seeing if ot could help me here.
Not eating for three days. Only feeding and nurturing my body with the light side of the force.
Peace and serenity flowed through my body like a river as I was embraced by something purely benevolent and kind.
After a while, I stood up and walked out of the basement where me, Anakin and mom slept.
Walking outside with a pep in my step, I brought my arms up and concentrated.
My body strained as an imense force flowed through me. Almost as if my mother was guiding my actions I slowly latched onto all the moisture in the air.
Pulling all the excess moisture I could hold and forcing it into the Vaporators.
I had turned to Anakin and went to speak.
"I did i-"
Was all I got out before I passed out, slamming my body into the sand that stood below me.
It forced me into a 24-hour coma, but It also led to a harvest to come two months earlier, meaning much more money.
Cliegg allowed us to stay and, in the end, maried my mother just a year later.
Me, Anakin, and Owen got along great, and all became good friends.
I did not take this early life for granted. I knew one day me and my brother would be fighting for the sake of the Galaxy and may even fight each other in the end.
But those early years were truly something to behold. Being a kid again was something that I needed dearly.
Being a Green Baret was extremely taxing on the mind.
When I was born here, I almost instantly connected to the dark side. I was surprised Sidious never came out here and picked me up, but my family pulled me away from my robotic and nihilistic nature.
My mental state was detached and resolute. All I did was kill for my boss and my people.
Yet that life was draining me and turning me into nothing but a machine. My new family saved me and allowed me to embrace the light side and all of its glory.
The peace and happiness one feels when one can touch the light is something I wish everyone in the universe could experience
The Darkside of the force was the opposite, a slimy and insidious drug that eats you from the inside out.
I believe Anakins light and Shmi's love saved me from a fate that would have been disastrous for not only me but for the whole galaxy.
And for that, I will always keep them safe until my dying breath.
However, it was going to get very difficult pretty soon.
As Anakin and Owen tended to a Vaporator, something struck us in the force.
Well, not Owen.
Anakin seemed ecstatic!
I, however, was less than pleased; this situation had baffled me for the entire time I'd been on Tatooine.
What was I going to do to save the galaxy?
Should I try and meticulously unravel a plan that had been set in motion long before I was born?
Set my mindset back 10 years and into combat mode, where I am an unfeeling beast, only unleashed when there was an enemy to be dealt with.
Or could I stay on Tatooine? Explore the ways of the force peacefully with my brother, my mother, and my new family.
Would the force even allow its two most loved possessions to be peaceful?
The cosmic entity that loves to give power to beings who change the galaxy, watching its two favorite creations do nothing?
It seemed farfetched in my opinion. I would probably be forced back into combat, and honestly, I wasn't opposed to it.
Pure and unadulterated warfare, to me, is fun.
Bullets whizzing past my ears as I watch my opponents fall.
You can't become a special op if you don't appreciate combat.
However, what came after was never fun. The Ptsd and multiple diseases and muscle disorders you accrue after years of abuse.
Mental and physical torture of the highest degrees. Seeing your friends die and acting like it never happened.
People treating you like a hero when you were the worst of villains. Doing anything a commanding officer ordered like a dog.
"Hey, Bruce?"
My musing was cut short by Owen's confused voice.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those grim thoughts, and looked towards the boy.
"What's up Owen"
"What's wrong with Anakins mind?"
Anakin was bouncing around us with glee and shouting about laser swords and saving princesses.
I chuckled and spoke.
"The world may never know"
"I can hear you guys; you know that, right?"
Anakin stopped his little jig and flipped the duo off. Me and Owen laughed once more as we made eye contact and proceeded to tackle Anakin to the ground.
I did most of the heavy lifting, but once we got him down, we sat on him.
"Apologize for that rude gesture young one"
Owen spoke with a mightier-than-thou tone, which made Anakin roll his eyes.
"You talking like that but without Bruce, you couldn't do anything-"
He was shut down by Owen blowing a raspberry at him.
"That's why I have him on my team dummy"
Anakin and I laughed while Owen and I got off of him.
The boy scowled as he felt sand in his long tan robe and sandals.
"You guys are jerks"
We all walked back to the house where lunch was prepared with a side of Bantha milk, the best thing in the world, by the way.
I sat down and ate my food. Trying to steer my thoughts away from the responsibility and maturity that I will be forced to show in the coming years.
My mind once again wondered, this time to my boot camp in my previous life. We were all just kids who had nowhere to go and nothing to do.
That was where my first true family had ever been. We would make jokes, wrestle, laugh, and have random serious conversations.
It was the most grueling but fun time of my life; all those men made an impact on me that would never leave, even in my 2nd life.
Almost all of them had died in the span of two years.
Anakin smacked me mentally to wake me up from my musings of the past.
"Hey, this is the second time today. Usually, you only space out once a week. Is it because of the Jedi?"
Shmi, who was sitting next to Lars at the end of the table, choked on her food.
"Jedi?"
Anakin nodded and smiled. He had always wanted to be one since he had learned he could communicate with the force. The stories and tales he had been told made him super excited about joining them.
This would make me need to join them too. Not to just protect Anakin but also the good Jedi, seeing people like Aayla Secura and Plo Koon stay alive this time would be one of my most important tasks.
Also, the early Jedi life wasn't too bad. I didn't really read any comics in my past life, but it couldn't be even close to the last battlefield I was a part of. It would be a nice reprieve from shooting guns to just jump into the fray with a laser sword and space magic.
It's funny how a magical space force could make one feel so joyful and serene. The force was amazing, helping me keep such a tight rein on my mental state
I hope that it would stay that way.
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This is just a one shot so far, I don't really know if I'll continue, I just thought of it randomly and wrote all of this in like an hour.